Dante sighed, but I only laughed and followed behind her. We got into place. Action was called, and I wrapped my arms around her, whispering in her ear.
“You think you’re doing something by ignoring me. It’s not working. I’m not letting this go.”
We had no actual dialogue in this scene, so anything I said wasn’t being picked up with boom mics. She let out a fake moan and let her head fall back.
“You have to. I’m not giving you the choice anymore,” she said.
“Speaking of not giving you a choice...” I pulled away and swiftly spun her around, bending her over the fake tree trunk that had been built to look like an L shape, the branch sticking out to fully bend her over and cover our middles. I kicked her feet out and stepped between them, glancing at the camera just feet away from our faces. I bent down, pushing her hair from her face. I licked her ear and whispered, “This is number four, Final Girl.”
“Belt!” Dante called.
I stood up straight and made a show of undoing my belt for the cameras. They circled around us as I pushed my pants down so they could get the shot of my bare ass. I lifted Evie’s skirt like the script told me to and waited until they circled back to our front before I stepped back to speak to her again.
“Don’t you dare,” Evie growled.
I ignored her. Moving her panties to the side, I ran my fingers down her slit.
“We had a deal, Final Girl,” I murmured, bending down to kiss her exposed shoulder. “I get five chances to use your body how I see fit. You don’t get a say. Do you trust me?”
“What?” she said through her heavy breathing.
“Do you trust that I won’t let them see you coming all over my hand?” I bit down on my lower lip as I spread her pussy and slid a finger inside her. She gasped, and I grinned wickedly as my gaze darted to the camera catching every moment of this.
“There we go. Finally!” Dante called out his approval.
Evie gripped the tree trunk and arched her back. I pressed my hard cock into her backside as I fucked her with my fingers. When I added a second digit, she let out a groan.
“I trust you,” she panted as her finale began to build.
I ground myself against her, putting on the performance of a lifetime as she coated my fingers with her arousal.
“I know you’re mad at me for trying to stop you from completing your mission. And I won’t try to stop you anymore. But you need to let me help you.”
“How?” she demanded. “You want to take things slow, and I—”
“Want to finish now?” I grinned at my double entendre.
“You’re a bastard.” She pushed her hips deeper into me.
“Yeah, but I’m your bastard. That’s the thing, Evie.” I shoved my fingers deep inside, curling them. She gasped. “There’s no going back now. We’re in too deep. I know too much. You know too much. At the end of the day, you’ll always be my Final Girl, and I’ll always be your Psycho—”
“Killer,” she cried out as her body pulsed deliciously, gushing her release all over my hand.
“That’s right.” I continued to fuck her through her finish.
Dante yelled cut, and I pulled my hand away and pulled up my pants. “Don’t fucking forget it.”
Evie adjusted her clothes and turned to look at me, her face a beautiful post-orgasm flush.
“I— I won’t. Ever.” She sighed deeply and moved closer, pressing her body against mine. Reflexively, I leaned down to kiss her.
“We can take things slower,” she relented. “But I want to be the one to deal the final blows.”
“Deal.” I kissed her again, and Dante called for us to reset the scene and do it all over again.
Chapter 58
Evie
